Help! Cheated!

Some people said, it’s good that one can get a hubby who wears several hats. And, guess what, I am blessed, in fact, so so blessed. I have a hubby who is fundamentally a husband enacting the role of a typical lifetime partner, that is, and supplementary, a lizard assassin, a chauffeur, a part time cleaner, a part time nanny and most recently, a part time car dealer.

So, with my move of work place to Raffles Place, driving and parking is almost draining half of my stipend! The jaw-dropping ERP charges are squeezing me dry day-by-day even with my chauffeur driving me to work, because this chauffeur did not cover the ERP cost, bear by the boss, aka, me.

So since R1 is parked in the carpark for the entire weekday, it makes no justification to keep her anymore. And hence, Kevin changed his hat and ‘BOOOMMMM’, a car dealer.

He sold my car last Saturday and for the fact that I dumped enough cash to the car initially and therefore I can actually get back 8k through the sale of the car, quite a substantial amount I think. Too substantial that ‘someone’ is eyeing on it. Well, the car dealer was telling me that, there this industry practice, whereby dealer will be given some sort of commission upon a successful deal, and just like you get a assassin to kill some lizards, they need the assignment fee to ‘make a living’.

So, I have no choice to give ‘minimal’ fee to the car dealer.
I am not sure about the industry standard, my dealer asked for 50%.

Good job.

Money & Lizard??

Money can buy you anything, including the lives of living things.

Ok, I have to admit I am a dastard when it comes to lizards. If I see any one of them loitering on our wall at home, they better be dead in the next few minutes or so.

Well, killing these damned lizards used to be free of charge (in some way), cause my ex-maid catches them with her bare hands. She would rush to the damsel in distress whenever she heard a deafening scream in the house.

However, since the day she left us, and the damned lizards, I have been spending a couple hundreds of dollars to hire the new assassin, Mr Kevin to assuage my fear for these odd-looking, slimy and creepy creatures.

Unlike the maid, Kevin is chickened out by the idea of using bare hands, he has got his own equipment, i.e. our almost $4k vacuum cleaner. Just yesterday, while watching Barney on bed with Ziv, something caught my eye. I saw something dash past the wall really fast, instantly I knew it was lizard and nothing else, however, it was so fast that I couldn’t tell the size of it. “He must be here to revenge for his brother!" Kevin said casually. For the record, Kevin killed one yesterday in the same room for a hundred bucks. “Well, revenge is a dish best served cold, so get ready our cold air vacuum cleaner to satisfy the creature!” I ordered.

So out came the vacuum cleaner again and me, on bed, clinging on to Ziv while he continued watching Barney, not wanting to miss any part of it.

Kevin was no fool either, after half an hour of searching the lizard and at the verge of sucking the lizard into the cleaner, he asked for a new price, instead of a hundred, he asked for three. What can I say? “DO THE JOB!” I yelped! I am three hundred dollar poorer and one less lizard at home.

I have a good night sleep at 1am.